He Has a Dragon

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The word-suppressing killing technique has always remained in the legends. It is mentioned occasionally and is recognized by the martial arts world as a deadly evil technique. Zhang Chenzhou did not expect that he would encounter it. It was a complete misfortune!

At this time, Zhang Chenzhou was completely crazy. He really didn't expect that he would be tricked by an ant who was in the middle stage of martial arts and had an old injury that had not yet healed.

Of course, there was uncontrollable fear rising from his heart, and the blood in his body continued to flow out. Zhang Chenzhou felt as if he had fallen into a cave of ice, and his face was as pale as an unjust ghost. Shrouded in cold air.

At this time, Hong Burang, who was standing not far in front of Zhang Chenzhou, seemed to have the aura of death all over his body. He showed a sneer, hoarse voice, and said weakly: "I want to take away the treasure from Mr. Hong's hands. , now let you also taste the great terror between life and death."

Zhang Chenzhou's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he stared at Hong Burang, gritting his teeth and saying, "I underestimated you, you bastard, and I'm in trouble today!"

After a pause, Zhang Chenzhou frantically mobilized the innate power in his dantian, struggling against the scarlet blood light covering his whole body, and at the same time slowing down the blood circulation in the body to prevent more blood from flowing out.

Hong Burang looked coldly at Zhang Chenzhou who was struggling crazily. He didn't know what he thought of, and showed a sad expression. He sighed faintly and said: "It's a pity that the word-suppressing killing technique passed down to me by my ancestors has not been perfected. In addition, you are injured, otherwise once the word-suppressing killing technique is used, I will definitely trade my life for my life, and I will kill you over the steps and bury you here!"

Then Hong Burang changed the topic and showed a look of gloating. He looked at Zhang Chenzhou happily and said: "The reason why the Zhenzi Killing Technique is called an evil technique by you people in the martial arts world is because my ancestor created it himself." The technique has been studied in detail through an ancient and unknown mysterious curse. Even if the enemy cannot be killed, the opponent will be trapped in this technique for life. The martial arts cultivation cannot be further improved. Once a breakthrough is made, inner demons will suddenly arise, and the foundation of martial arts will be destroyed. Those who suffer from it will become useless, and those who suffer from severe injuries will not be able to save their lives!"

At this point, Hong Burang laughed miserably and said: "But my martial arts cultivation is low and I cannot be like my ancestors and other elders in the clan. Even if I use the word-suppressing killing technique, my vitality will be severely damaged. Once such a killing is performed, Great skills can only be destroyed together!"

After Zhang Chenzhou heard what Hong Burang said, he yelled angrily: "You lunatic, you will not die well!"

Then Hong Burang said indifferently: "There is an old saying in the Chinese secular world that if the dead bird faces upward, it will not die for tens of millions of years. It doesn't matter if I, Hong Burang, die, as long as I can bring the treasure back to the family and protect my ancestors." If the growth rings continue again, it will be worth it even if you die a thousand or ten thousand times!"

"Madman, you remnants are all madmen!" An egoist like Zhang Chenzhou couldn't help but cursed again when he saw the enthusiasm and admiration on Hong Burang's face.

Because he couldn't agree from the bottom of his heart that a guy like Hong Burang who was brainwashed by family interests was no different from a puppet slave!

In Zhang Chenzhou's eyes, embarking on the path of martial arts means fighting against heaven and man, and finally reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, taking charge of the world, and controlling the ups and downs!

Otherwise, it is better to go home and plant sweet potatoes and live an ordinary life peacefully.

Therefore, it is said that a hundred kinds of rice can support a hundred kinds of people. Everyone has his own way, and it is impossible to say right from wrong.

At this time, Zhang Chenzhou suddenly roared while struggling, and the big hand he stretched out finally broke away from the scarlet light emitting from the Zhenzi symbol above his head. Hong Burang was so frightened that he stepped back.

But just when Zhang Chenzhou was refreshed and thought he could get rid of the word-suppressing killing technique above his head, he saw that the scarlet light emitted by the strange symbol became deeper and deeper. During this tug, the big hand that was stretched out was shrouded again, and he couldn't help but Hong Burang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Time is running out. I only have seven days to survive. I must hand over my things to the elders of the clan who came to support me." Hong Burang looked at the sky and couldn't help but think anxiously in his heart.

Immediately,

Hong Burang looked at Zhang Chenzhou, who was still trying his best to cultivate himself and wanted to get rid of the word-suppressing killing technique, and said calmly: "Don't waste your efforts, just stay here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chenzhou snorted coldly, glared at Hong Burang, wishing to cut him into pieces and said: "You lunatic, how dare you use this word-killing technique to cut off my martial arts path, even if you Even if you run away to the ends of the earth, Mr. Zhang will kill you with his own hands!"

"Uh!" Hong Burang looked at Zhang Chenzhou with a strange look on his face, and said in a funny tone: "I don't need you to chase me, I only have seven days to survive, so there is no need to waste my efforts."

After a pause, Hong Burang, who had already known that he was going to die, let go of everything. He was very relaxed and did not forget to squeeze Zhang Chenzhou and said: "I didn't expect that I would be able to have a martial arts master like you as my back when I was about to die. Although you can’t be killed, I think that you will be bound by the curse of the word-killing technique every day for the rest of your life. From now on, you will not be able to make any further progress in martial arts.

"You!" Zhang Chen's eyes were about to burst. At this moment, he really regretted going to his grandma's house. If he hadn't seen that Hong Buluo's martial arts cultivation level was only Xuan level, and he was still injured and his body was already at the end of a powerful battle, he wouldn't have acted in this way. The cat-and-mouse mentality eventually led to long nights and many dreams, and got myself into a trap.

It is said that knowing mistakes and being able to correct them is a great good thing, but in this life, there are some mistakes that must never be made, because once they are made, they will never be reincarnated. And Zhang Chenzhou was careless and made irreparable mistakes. Even if he can eventually There is no point in trying to survive, because his martial arts path has come to an end and there is no hope for him anymore.

Some people are dead but are still alive, and some people are alive but are actually dead. Zhang Chenzhou is the latter.

"You damn remnant! Even if you die, I, Zhang Chenzhou, will dig three feet into the ground and take out your body and whip it to vent my hatred!"

Zhang Chenzhou, with blood flowing across his face, looked particularly ferocious at this time, like a dying beast, roaring loudly at Hong Burang.

Hong Burang smiled coldly. In his eyes, after death, even if there is a flood, he will not do his own business, and his body will be nothing more than a skin.

"You are like a poor thing. Your heart is afraid and trembling, but it's too late. If you had known this, why did you kill me, Mr. Hong, with one blow at the beginning? It wouldn't have been so troublesome. Son."

Hong Burang looked at Zhang Chenzhou with a sense of accomplishment and said.

At the same time, Hong Burang's hands once again began to use the strange technique of suppressing words and killing!

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